Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

So that was the only one.    

Nodding, Ye Feng had an answer in his heart.    

He didn't reveal anything out of the ordinary. His footsteps were neither slow nor fast. It was as if he hadn't noticed someone lurking around as he walked forward.    

Very quickly, they arrived at a place not far from the large tree, and the aura of the other two people could already be clearly sensed.    

Three.    

Only three.    

Ye Feng planned to finish the battle quickly.    

There was no complete secret behind the crisscrossing power of Royal City. Since there was a family that knew that he would appear here, then there must be even more people who knew that he must be one step ahead of them.    

He didn't even look at the treetops. One of them was hiding on top of the trees.    

Suddenly, his right hand grabbed onto Disillusionment Blade's blade, and with an astonishing speed, he pulled out a blade ray in the air.    

A red blade-light appeared and disappeared in a flash.    

In the red light, the entire tree was broken at its roots. With a rumbling sound, the top of the tree fell down. The leaves and tree trunk made a deafening noise, which was particularly ear-piercing in this silent field.    

The assassin hiding on the treetop was originally prepared to make his move in the next moment. He never thought that his trails would be exposed, and never expected that Ye Feng would actually break the tree without any reason either.    

The place where he stood was broken. The assassin's body could not stand still and fell down from the tree.    

However, during the process of his descent, the killer had poured out all of his Origin Energy without restraint. In the crown of a tree that could cover the sky, he did not have the time to use any powerful martial skills. He simply kicked off the tree trunk with his feet, and with a leap, his figure flashed towards Ye Feng like a cheetah.    

This was a forty year old middle aged Martial Cultivator. His eyes were narrow and long, his gaze was like a hawk's.    

His reaction could be said to be fast, but it could also be said to be well-trained. He was used to doing similar things, but he still had a shocked expression on his face. But very quickly, the shock turned into shock, and before the figure pounced to Ye Feng's side, Ye Feng who was clearly in front of him had suddenly disappeared.    

Before he even had the chance to think about how such a strange thing could happen, a fiery red blade-light flashed through the air like a red lightning bolt, and the thick body of the Disillusionment Blade ruthlessly smashed onto his shoulder.    

The assassin groaned as his figure fell from the sky.    

However, the youth that he had not placed in his eyes had actually calculated the assassin's speed and angle. His long blade arrived before the assassin and struck the youth's head against the blade.    

The middle-aged Martial Cultivator heard the sound of his shoulder bones shattering and the pain of his chest being ripped apart.    

He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but how could he change his direction so easily with the impact of the attack and the attack from the Disillusionment Blade?    

Crash.    

The middle aged Martial Cultivator felt as if his internal organs were scattered all over the ground. Boiling hot blood was sprayed out of his body, and countless of blood drops fell onto the ground, quickly seeping into the yellow soil, leaving behind a pile of black marks.    

"..."    

Two parts of the corpse fell in front of him, but Ye Feng was surprisingly calm. He stood steadily beside the corpse, raised his head, and looked towards the distance.    

A young Martial Cultivator dressed in black and a middle-aged man dressed in gray robes had already appeared on Ye Feng's left and right.    

The young man in black didn't even look thirty years old. He had a long, straight nose and a thick, bony bone in his right hand. His eyes were brimming with anger, looking at Ye Feng as though he had a huge enmity that could not be resolved.    

The other middle-aged man dressed in a grey robe had a long face of a horse and he was tall and thin as well. If it weren't for his cold eyes, he looked no different from any of the shopkeepers in the Royal City.    

The cultivations of these two weren't weak, but they definitely weren't strong either, as they were both at the Innate Ninth Level.    

"Although I do not know who made you all come to kill me, with your cultivations, it seems that it will be a bit difficult for you all."    

Feeling the roiling auras the two had just started to emit, Ye Feng took his time, and said with a tone full of sympathy: "If you two had come even an hour earlier, you should have been able to see me beheading a set of Void Stage Grandmaster …"    

Hearing Ye Feng's voice, the middle-aged man in the grey cloak became expressionless, but the young Martial Cultivator in black spoke in anger: "You brat, you speak so shamelessly. How could someone with your cultivation be able to kill Void Stage Grandmaster?"    

"You don't believe me?" Ye Feng smiled lightly.    

Just as he finished speaking, a stream of energy that was emitting a shocking origin energy fluctuation was already sticking close to the ground, shooting straight towards the black clothed young Martial Cultivator's throat.    

The young black-clothed Martial Cultivator didn't think that Ye Feng would kill him just because of this. However, his reaction was still extremely fast, and he swung the longstaff in his hand in front of him.    

The powerful strength behind it caused the young black-clothed Martial Cultivator to take a step back as his expression changed in fear.    

This brat had shot out a stream of Essence from the air, and it actually had this kind of power?    

It seemed that he didn't rely on sneak attacks or luck to kill the assassin hiding in the tree just now. He was indeed a lifelong enemy.    

He couldn't help but put away his contempt.    

"Ye, you're quite talented. Normally, we wouldn't want to mess with someone like you, but someone paid a sky-high price for your life. Plus, you also have the blood of a member of our organization on your hands." The black clothed young Martial Cultivator looked at Ye Feng from afar, a trace of fear in his eyes as he spoke solemnly.    

"You all … Was it a person killed by the heavens? "    

Ye Feng sized up the two in front of him and after a slight calculation, he guessed their identities.    

It was a pity that all of the assassins that were sent out had all died by his hands, and during the last selection of Martial Competition of Four Countries, there was the Royal Family Martial Cultivator who took the risk and plotted against him. Although he did not find out who the mastermind was, Ye Feng was certain that it was none other than the "Heaven and Earth Assassin" organization.    

He didn't expect to get involved this time.    

And not only that, three Innate Ninth Level experts had also arrived at the same time.    

"You have a good eye, for all the people we want to kill, even if it's Void Stage Grandmaster s, it would be hard for us to escape death. Ye Feng, accept your fate. " The young black-clothed Martial Cultivator said with a trace of arrogance.    

"Just look at your cultivation levels. I'm afraid that you guys are not even at the Heaven and Earth level. At most, you guys are only at the Profound level. If you want to kill me, you have to send out some Earth level experts or assassins." The starlight in Ye Feng's eyes shone as a smile flashed across his face, "Since you guys are here to kill me, why aren't you doing anything? Let me guess, hmm, what kind of nonsense is this? Perhaps the main force that killed me wasn't you guys, but some other expert? You all are unwilling to make a move, simply wanting to stall for time and wait for the arrival of a true expert? "